Jonas Taylor Novels & Stories

I tried to reassure her with a squeeze of my hand, but my eyes never left Jonas. "Let him go, Jonas," I growled, trying to keep my anger in check. "This isn't what we planned." Jonas laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You really are stupid, Asher. I've been playing you from the beginning. And now, it's time for me to take what's mine." Tacha's voice cut through the tension, her words dripping with excitement. "Ah, the betrayal. How sweet. And how perfect." I took a step forward, my eyes locked on Jonas. "Let. Him. Go," I repeated, my voice low and deadly.

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

He held my hands as he slowly led me to the altar, and everyone made way for us as we passed. Arriving at the altar, I could see how happy Dean was, even happier than I was, and all I did was laugh. "Today we have brought a great blessing into the Ghost Pack. Our Alpha, our ruler, we are glad to announce that he has found the one his heart has been searching for. Today, we are happy to tell you all that Alpha Dean now has a Luna." I could hear everyone becoming happy just hearing the priest say that, and I felt like crying for joy.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

"Alpha Tanus has agreed to meet with us today. We need to go to his pack." I groaned again as I knew that this was the Alpha that Timothy had been dying to meet more than anyone else. He wanted answers about me and Alpha Tanus was the oldest Alpha alive. He was around during the last Originals time and apparently is the last Originals grandson. Alpha Tanus, although still called Alpha Tanus is not a real Alpha anymore; his son took over about 75 years ago.

Said the quarterback, Jonas Devens, also known as the king of pranks and new people torturer. A punch to the jaw had Jonas landing on the floor and away from his seat. My eyes widened as the principal held the guy, Ryson, back. "Behave yourselves." The principal shouted as they both stilled and Ryson sat on the back row with his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

I finally do, feeling a flush of shame wash over me. "Boo!" He jolts toward me, managing to keep the plates steady atop the platter. I let out a short, high-pitched shriek and grip the arms of my chair tightly, as if jolted by electricity. "Meet Jonas," Dean introduces. "He looks intimidating, but he has the best sense of humor for someone who doesn't have a tongue."

“Thank you for your kindness, Celestial General, but I’m used to being idle. I don’t intend to join any forces, and just want to lead a carefree life, far from worldly affairs.” Jonas bowed his head, but the expression on his face was casual yet determined. Cabot frowned but relaxed quickly. Then, Cabot announced, “Jonas, with a level in the middle stage of nine stars and strength at the peak of nine stars, at the age of 47, is an exceptional talent! He qualifies!” Philip’s eyes widened as he looked at Jonas in disbelief. An exceptional talent, more incredible than a rare talent! Philip gulped uncontrollably. “Damn it, why do I feel like my old lady is digging my grave for me?”